Chapter 4
"I want both Monica and the baby rid of, do you understand?" The very master of evil himself told his demon, Gregory. But the demon seemed unclear on this matter as he questioned it. "But sir, I don't understand. It's not her baby really. So, how can it be a threat to us?" He inquired curiously, the answer to this was clearly not as obvious to him as it was to his boss. But the devil seemed angered by this, as he would've thought that his best soldier would be brighter than this.
"Gregory honestly!" He exclaimed in disbelief as he shook his head distastefully. But he eventually made the decision that if he wanted it done, then he would have to explain it to him. "Gregory, that child – whether it realizes it or not – will be part angel! And he or she will grow up to be more than likely just like our Monica here. We can't have that. That's the last thing we need." He assured Gregory confidently, a tone of anger entering his voice as he thought of the little Irish angel who was their greatest threat of all. But the demon still seemed unsure, and therefore, his master decided it would be best if he took over himself.
"Oh, forget it. You're pathetic." He snarled hatefully as he pushed last his servant, but just as he was leaving, he stopped momentarily to call back over his shoulder. "I'll take care of this myself…in fact I might just enjoy it. I've done it before and I can do it again." He reminded with an evil grin before disappearing into the darkness. Gregory watched him go and shook his head with a slightly humored expression. Sometimes he wasn't quite sure why he worked for a kook like him, but then again, he knew the benefits were so much better over here.
"Yeah, that's right. We'll be out tonight. But if you're more comfortable at the house than your apartment, then you're welcome to stay here while we're gone." Abby informed Monica over the phone from her house, speaking to the angel in her own apartment. "I might just do that. Thank you." Monica took the invitation gratefully before saying her goodbyes and hanging up the phone. She then turned and strode back into the kitchen, where Andrew was seated comfortably at the table, reading the paper again. He wasn't quite sure why he did such things, but it was interesting to find out what was going out with humans in the world.
"Who was that?" Andrew ventured curiously as he refolded the paper in his hands and placed it down on the table before him. Monica sighed and seated herself in the chair next to her friend. "Abby." She replied with a smile as she placed a hand on her pregnant belly meaningfully. It still amazed her that she had another life inside her. One with a heart and mind all its own.
"I'm going over the their place tonight while their out." She explained with a thankful smile as she brushed a stray strand of her ginger hair out of her face. "They thought I might be more comfortable there." She continued with a brief shrug. Andrew thought about this for a moment before responding. "Do you want me to go with you?" He offered kindly, not wanting his friend to be alone at a time like this. But she merely shook her head no. "Thank you, Andrew, but I think I might actually enjoy being alone with the baby for a little while." She told him with a grateful smile just the same. He nodded in understanding, though he still wasn't sure he would be comfortable with her being alone for too long during her pregnancy. After comprehending on this thought for a few, silent moments, he decided on the solution to this.
"Well, here." He began as he reached across the table for a pen and began scribbling something on a corner of the newspaper, which he then tore off and handed it to her. "Here's my pager number. If you need anything, anything at all, you can beep me okay?" He told her with a serious expression as she took the small corner of paper gratefully. "Thanks." She repeated honestly as she smiled again sweetly before patting Andrew's hand as another sign of thanks. She then stood from her seat and headed over to the door before waving goodbye to her friend and disappearing out into the hallway. Andrew watched her go with a solemn expression and wondered if he had done the right thing in letting her go.